HI all...just thought it was time to post about my old house......going back about 17 years ago now, but I still have experiences today, just nothing like what happened back then...and I reckon a huge part of it is that I'm not in fear of anything like I was that long ago.

 

I used to live in the ranges in Victoria. I had a really old , what used to be station house with 14 foot high ceilings, those wide hallways, and that old fashioned flower print carpet.

At the rear of the house was one forever locked room which would later become the focus of my attention. The owners had used that as thier storage room, with no view to the room but for through the old fashioned keyhole that I peered through many times.

 

It all started with a few noises here and there, and things escalated when I took in an abused dog from some bad neighbours, it seemed that she not only stirred up the presence in the house but she was disturbed by it.

On many occasions she would stirr, and stare asthough following something across the room, she would growl and cower asthough someone had thier hand raised.

Shortly after those things started to happen, I begun to hear screaming from the rear of the house, a womans voice, coming from the locked room, my boyfriend at the time said that it was just coming from outside somewhere, strange because we had no close by neighbours out there.

My boyfriend would get up and leave for work in the mornings, and for a short time I wasn't working and soon came to realise that whatever was in the house only like to make alot of noise when I was there on my own.......I was shit scared all the time.

One morning ( this was the last morning I stayed in the house after he went to work)....the noises begun as soon as he left the property. Mostly coming from behind my bedroom wall which is where the bathroom cabinet was....sounded like doors opening and closing and things being thrown around in there, I was too scared to leave the room, and I locked it, with all 4 of my dogs in there aswell.....the dog that sensed them wasn't happy at this stage.

Soon after the noise quit in the bathroom I could hear the floor boards creaking outside my room, and I could hear shoes, footsteps, I knew someone was pacing up and down outside of my bedroom, and after about ten minutes of not knowing what the heck to do, I decided to look under my door...yep, there were footsteps alright, but nobody there, I looked and looked, I could hear them right infront of me.

Finally, after what I think was an entire hour or so, I unlocked the door and made a run for it, and from that day on, I found somewhere else to be when my bf went to work!( btw, later i discovered the bathroom to be a mess)

 

So that solved that....but then other troubles begun. this presence decided to reveal itself to my bf aswell, and until this particular night he refused to listen to my ghost stories.

I was cooking dinner, the kitchen wall was solid concrete and behind that was the locked room.

While i was in the kitchen my bf kept calling me, I kept telling him to wait, and finally I got annoyed at him, and flew into the lounge to jump on for harassing me while i was cooking dinner....like i'm his servant ppfffft, I gave him what for...anyway, all I got was a blank look from him becuase he had no idea what I was talking about or why I was angry. He said he had been sitting watching news on TV...and not called me at all...I was like HUH???

Anyways, I forgot about that until after dinner when my bf took our empty plates into the kitchen while I sat and watched TV for a short while, only to have him fly into the loungeroom and do what I had done to him before dinner....he told me to quit badgering him while he was in the kitchen...and I hadn't said a word.....just at this moment we hear a big crashing noise, I ran out, we were both outside of the kitched in the hallway and it appeared to be coming from behind the concrete wall adjoining that locked room. MY bf shit bricks at this time and said....I don't like this, and just as I was saying " Now do you beleive me?"........something came up the hallway. I couldn't see it, but I could feel it, my bf looked at me " what's wrong"...........I was stunned, frozen like as something seems to pass directly through my body, in one side and out the other asthough it was pulling me out of myself right along with it, I couldnt breathe. He said that's it...get our pillows we're sleeping in the car! Pffffft....and here I was tolerating this for months !

Anyways, it was a few weekends later and many sleeps at his mums house and in the car that I had friends over and since I never went upto the other end of the house where the locked room was, I asked them to come with me....tried to get the dogs to follow but as usual they stopped short of the first hallway( this was a big ole house). Anyways whilst all taking turns at peering through the windy old keyhole I took note of an antique chair in the far left corner. We stood outside the room....contemplated as to whether or not we would actually break in and see what was in there, since the owner never gave me a key. At that time I heard noise in that room, and I took another look through the keyhole...Only this time all I could see was the back of the chair that had previously sat in the far left corner of the room.

That's it, that was enough of that exploration and we all retreated back to the front part of the house.

It was a few weeks later that my dog that I had taken in from being abused, died. She was in an accident and I missed her terribly, she was like my shadow, since she adopted me by just parking her butt at my door every single day, she had become a very close companion. One of her tricks was to jump up on the old fly screen door at the front of the house, so that it would bounce open, and if the solid door happened to be open, she would let heself in. this was something she would do constantly throughout the day, especially if it was nice and warm and I had the big solid door open, and only the screen door for her to bounce open, she would be in and out.

In the days after she died, I felt her sitting next to me, I heard her paws on my lino floors, and I heard her feet tapping beside me as I walked to the store, then, on the third or fourth day after she had died, I heard a bang at the door. Forgetting that she had died, I went to open the solid door for her because she knew I would, and her jumping on the screen door was to alert me she was there waiting.....well I opened thedoor, and she was sitting right there, in solid form like you and I, looking up at me as she always did....now if I hadn't been so shocked and thought about it, I should have opened the door and seen if she would just stroll on inside as she used to, but at the time, I took a few steps back...then when igot the guts to, I peered out the door again and she was gone. After that I didn't have her presence with me anymore.

I went to see a bishop friend with my sister and we got some materials to cleanse the house with, but were given instructions that these entities could linger forever outside the home after they had been cast out, and so we had to make sure we didnt invite them in again...btw, we did have alot of noise outside but that was ok.

Some months after all that we moved out, I left the area, and about 3 years ago a friend of mine contacted me from down there and told me I had to get a copy of the Herald Sun newspaper and take a look at page 4.

so I did...and blow me dead, there was my old house " The most unsalable house in Melbourne".

Apparently it still had the same owner, who was aware of the hauntings prior to me moving in, but she didn't tell me, and since she had tried to sell the house the presence inside of it did its best to scare off any potential buyers. It looks asthough someone invited them back in again.

The story was that the old staion lady was the one haunting the house since she had also been seen, now I think that story is not totally correct, because the screams I heard rom the rear locked room were not that of an old lady, and rumors had told me that someobody had been murdered there.

I had taken many photos of the house while I was there,  few times I found the back of my camera open and in the finish I was only ever succesfull at getting printed some pics of the front of the house, all the rear house pics where that locked room was didnt turn out for some reason.

I had also tried to make recordings of what was going on while I was out of the house, since I often came home to cupboards being emptied, specifically in the bathroom. I was unsuccesful, it seems that all I could record was me closing the front door as I left, and then the recorder would switch itself off.

So there ya have it.....18 months of hell lol....and I was fearful for many years after, but now I have encounters and they don't phase me at all. My most recent contact has been with my closest friend that died in May of this year.

Trin